Getting out of bed has been very difficult. I know the Lord wants me to get up and be a mother to my other 4 children, so after some brainstorming w/ some friends, one of them called this morning to get me up out of bed and give me a few simple tasks to do. Even though it hurt to be awake, it felt good to do something as simple as make coffee and put the cereal on the table for the children.
I folded Emmy’s clothes today. The day she died, in a frenzy, I had pulled all of her clothes out of the closet and sat on the floor of her room holding them and crying. I later put those clothes in her crib and left them there. I packed away the ones she never wore and neatly folded the ones she had and put them in the drawers of her dresser. There were stains on some of them that were from her. I am not ready for them to be in storage, but I am ready for them to be somewhere other than scattered across the crib.